Talk about the Slags

"Ah, the Slags. That's what we're all here for, really. Studying their effects on local flora and fauna," he stares off into space for a bit. "And, of course, treating the folks that come back out of the Slags."

You gently steer the conversation towards getting into the Slags. "Oh, yeah. Most of us aren't allowed in. Working in the internal lab requires special testing. Even most of us can't pass, so don't feel bad if they kick you out."

He's brought his best boring medicine game to the table, but you up the stakes with an unassailable wall of quantum physics jargon. He tries his best for a few minutes, but eventually wanders off, defeated.